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~~The Other White Meat~~

Osaka showed up ten minutes before homeroom started. As she entered the classroom
she looked around, spotting her friends clustered around Yomi's desk. Sakaki
noticed her first and waved, with the others following suit. Osaka smiled
as she approached the group.

"How's it going?" Tomo asked.

"Fine," Osaka said, then looked at Chiyo closely.

Chiyo noticed the stare. "What is it?"

Osaka said, "I was just wondering if you'd taste good with fava beans
and a fine Chianti."

The young girl's pig-tails shot up in shock.

Kagura said, "You saw 'Silence of the Lambs' last night, didn't you?"

Osaka was in awe. "Wow! How did you know?"

"Lucky guess."

"Soy sauce and boiled brown rice," Yomi said.

Everyone stared at her. "What was that?" Tomo asked.

"Chiyo-chan. She'd taste best with soy sauce and boiled brown rice,
not fava beans and Chianti."

Kagura said, "You're on a new diet, aren't you?"

"Wow. How did you know?"

"Lucky guess."

~~Gunning for First~~

Yukari entered the classroom smiling, which made the class wary. The teacher
took no notice of the tension as she made her way to her podium. She situated
herself, then stared at the class as she continued to smile. "We're going
to try something new today, boys and girls."

"What is it?" Tomo asked.

Yukari beamed. "We're going to have an eating contest to determine who
has the best lunch."

Yukari drew back, offended. "I would never engage in such activities
because I forgot to bring a lunch."

Osaka raised her hand. "Would you do it if you were broke?"

"In a heartbeat. Especially if that ingrate, Nyamo, wouldn't loan me
enough money to get by. It's not like I don't get paid tomorrow," Yukari
said at the same moment her stomach chose to growl.

~~Can't Miss Diets~~

Lunchtime arrived, the girls choosing to eat their meal in the classroom.
They formed a large circle as they opened their lunches.

Tomo examined her food closely. "At least she only took one bite."

"One very big bite," Kagura bemoaned.

"Congratulations on winning, Chiyo-chan," Osaka patted her on the
head.

Chiyo-chan laughed, but it had an edge of worry in it. "I'm not sure
winning was such a good thing. Yukari-sensei said she wanted to sample it
again tomorrow to make sure I keep up the good work, and to bring twice as
much for judging." She turned to look at the teacher, who had remained
in the room, walking around in a good mood as she smiled contently from her
full stomach.

Everyone looked at each other's food to observe the damage Yukari had inflicted.
As they did so, they noticed how little Yomi had in her bento. Just a couple
of pickles and several radishes.

"Wow, Yukari sure emptied you out," Tomo said.

"No, this was all I had, minus the pickle she took," Yomi explained.

"Are you sure that's going to be enough to get you through the day?"
Chiyo asked worriedly.

"I'm on a diet." There was obvious regret in Yomi's voice, as though
she were volunteering for torture.

Kagura said, "If you want to keep your weight down, you should do what
I do and exercise a lot. I'm lean without being too skinny." She rolled
up her sleeve and flexed her arm.

"You've got to be careful about that," Yukari said, having drawn
near enough to overhear the conversation. "Exercise too much and you'll
end up looking like a muscle-bound gym teacher, like Nyamo, and unable to
find a good man. Hehehe—!"

Yukari's laughter died as a basketball slammed into the back of her head,
producing a resounding smack of rubber and flesh as it nearly sent her to
the ground.

She turned angrily in the direction the ball had come from. "What the
hell did you do that for?" she shouted at Nyamo, who stood idly in the
doorway.

Nyamo shot her a level stare. "I was just walking down the hall when
the ball slipped out of my hand."

"It shot halfway across the room and bounced all the way back!"

Nyamo shrugged. "It happens every now and then when you're a muscle-bound
gym teacher."

"Oh yeah, well maybe I'll start working out and become a muscle-bound
English teacher! Did you consider that? In fact, I think I'll go to the weight
room and pump some iron." Yukari stormed out of the room.

Tomo turned to the others. "Five bucks says she ends up in the nurse's
office after nearly being crushed by a weight."

The others shook their heads, refusing to accept the bet.

~~Hitting the pads~~

Gym class rolled around, with the boys and girls changing then heading toward
the athletics field. As they lined up for the head count, Nyamo said, "Okay,
class, we're going to do something a little different today. It'll be like
a sports self-study session. You each get to choose an exercise or sporting
activity you'd like to do, then you can gather together in like-minded groups
of people and play with one another in that sport."

"How about demolition derby?" Tomo asked.

"We don't have cars for that," Nyamo informed her.

"What about Yukari-sensei's car? It's been demolished a lot. One more
time shouldn't make a difference."

Nyamo considered that. "We'd need a second car."

"Darn!" Tomo wanted to drive the 'Deathmobile' as Kaorin had dubbed
it, at least once.

"How about American Football?" Osaka asked.

Nyamo was taken aback by Osaka's selection. "We do have pads for it
in the equipment room, but are you sure you want to play that?"

"Yeah, I want to try it out," Osaka said eagerly.

Nyamo shrugged and led her to the equipment room. About five minutes later
Osaka emerged, dressed in pads, a helmet with an eyeshield visor in the front,
and wearing a jersey with the number '45' on it,

Osaka walked up to her friends and spun in a circle. "How do I look?"

"Pretty good," Yomi admitted. "I never pictured you as a football
fan."

"I didn't have you pictured as one either."

Yomi looked at her, confused. "I'm not."

"See? I pictured you correctly."

Yomi was struck momentarily speechless.

Osaka continued, unaware of the effect of her words. "I'm wearing a
45 because my favorite player, Tamon Nakamura, wears it. I can't wait to see
how he does this season."

Kagura suddenly tensed up. "Um, Osaka, I hate to break it to you, but
he was suspended yesterday for being on the juice."

Osaka stared at her in surprise. "You mean you can't play football if
you're on juice?"

"No."

Osaka was crestfallen. "I have a glass of orange juice every day, so
I guess I can't play."

Kagura winced. She should have seen that one coming. "'Being on the
juice' is slang. It doesn't mean he actually drinks juice. You can drink all
the orange juice you want and can still play."

"How about pineapple ju—"

"Any kind of juice."

Osaka breathed out a sigh of relief. "What does 'being on the juice'
mean, then?"

"It means he was using steroids."

Osaka became depressed again. "I use those, too."

Kagura looked at her, stunned. She felt Osaka's slender arm, easily able
to wrap her hand around it in her grasp. "I'd hate to see what you'd
be like if you weren't on them."

"It's for a skin condition," Osaka explained. "I rub it on
the area and it helps keep the skin from peeling."

"Hey, Osaka, wanna play?" Tomo shouted, emerging from the equipment
room dressed in football gear as well. She tossed a football in the air. "How
about we practice place kicking? I'll hold the ball, then you run up and kick
it."

"Okay," Osaka said, drawing back a distance so she could get a
running start. She was too far back to see the mischievous gleam in Tomo's
eye and the low snickering escaping from her lips.

Chiyo held her hand to her chin in thought. She had this terrible feeling
of deja-vu, as though she had seen a similar scene played out a dozen times
before. Something American.

As Osaka ran toward Tomo with all the strength her legs could manage, Chiyo
suddenly remembered it. "Don't do it, Osaka! She's going to pull the
ball—"

It was too late as Osaka lashed out with a kick just as Tomo moved the ball
up and out of the way, already laughing.

The laugh died abruptly as Osaka, who had closed her eyes right before sending
her foot forward, landed a mighty kick right into Tomo's head. Tomo's arms
went flying outward, sending the ball away as she fell backward, sprawled
out on the ground.

Osaka opened her eyes and saw the short distance the ball had traveled. Uncharacteristic
determination in her features, she turned to the nearly unconscious Tomo and
said, "That was a terrible kick. Pick the ball up and we can try again."

Tomo just groaned in response.

~~Roadkill~~

"How about we go to my house today?" Chiyo asked her friends. "We
can check out the new satellite hook up to our television. We just had it
installed yesterday. It gets almost three hundred channels."

"Three hundred," Osaka said in awe. "There must be a channel
for everything."

"Pretty much," Chiyo confirmed.

"Lots of twenty-four hours sports channels?" Kagura mock swung
a bat.

"Yep," Chiyo confirmed.

"Are there channels devoted to animals?" Sakaki asked softly.

"I saw one that had a special on kittens yesterday."

Sakaki blushed as she imagined watching cute animals twenty-four hours a
day. In many ways, it was better than seeing them in real life, since animals
on television couldn't bite you.

The party of six headed toward Chiyo's house, discussing what to watch first.
The discussion started to become an argument when Osaka spotted a large object
lying in the gutter. "Look. Roadkill."

Tomo drew closer. "Hey, that looks like Mr. Tadakichi, doesn't it?"

Chiyo and Sakaki both looked like they were about to faint.

Kagura walked up to it and took closer look. "Not unless he grew scales
and replaced his legs with fins."

Chiyo breathed a sigh of relief, then what Kagura was saying registered.
"What's a huge fish doing in the middle of the road?"

"Decomposing?" Osaka suggested.

"It must have fallen out of a fish truck, or maybe it went bad and someone
threw it out," Sakaki guessed.

"I can't believe it's a fish!" Tomo boldly proclaimed. She walked
up to it, nudged Kagura aside, and bent over. She then stood back up and waved
a large, decapitated fish head around. "Yep, it's a fish, all right."

Chiyo recoiled in disgust. "That's gross."

Yomi stared at it. "Wasabi and a side of coleslaw."

"You really, really need to get off that diet," Kagura said.

~~Mealtime~~

After abandoning the fish head, the group continued on their quest toward
Chiyo's home.

The others, save Yomi, nodded in agreement, all of them looking somewhat
green.

By the time they arrived at Chiyo's home, things had settled down. As they
entered the grounds of the Mihama Estate, a loud barking erupted and a happy
Mr. Tadakichi ran up to Chiyo.

Yomi opened her mouth, but before she could say anything Chiyo wrapped her
arms protectively around her pet and shouted, "Mr. Tadakichi wouldn't
taste good with anything!"

Sakaki nodded her head fiercely in agreement.

They group entered the mansion, taking off their shoes at the entryway. Chiyo
ran on ahead to greet her parents and tell them they were going to have company.
She returned a few minutes later, appearing nauseated.

"What is it, Chiyo-chan?" Osaka asked.

The young girl's eyes teared up. "We're having fish head stew for dinner."

End notes: Yes, Tomo's 'Fish Heads' song is real. It was done by Barnes and
Barnes years ago. The video was just plain warped as well.